London x 8

It's eight years this weekend since I left the warmth of the north for the smug of the south to come and live in London with my lovely man. And although I make the most of living in the capital, the bright lights mask the fact the streets are not paved with gold but with pigeon poo and disappointed dreams. Or is that disappointed pigeons and poo dreams? Either way, you know what I mean.

Some times, living in London makes me feel like this...

And other times, fortunately most of the time, like this...

But still, I don't half get homesick.